If you’ve read any of my books, you might have noticed I hardly ever have faces on my covers. The reason for that is I love to imagine what the character looks like. If there’s a face on the cover, there’s nothing left to the imagination. That said, I’m in lust with the guy on My Alpha’s cover. He’s exactly how I pictured my hero, Joe.

Blurb:

Susie White wants no picket fences, no alpha, and no cubs. White wolf woman she may be, but no pack for her, no sireee. Alpha me not, that’s her motto. In all caps.

Half-breed wolf Joe Huroq’s not looking for a mate. His job in international security’s too dangerous and too erratic for relationships. Stop and go screwing, that’s his motto—hot and heavy between missions.

Then he glimpses his new neighbor tanning nude and the situation explodes.

Literally. Susie’s house is consumed by fire. What’s Joe to do but offer Susie sanctuary?

Susie can’t resist the temptation of hunky bad-ass Joe. She suggests a friends with benefits arrangement, which he accepts with remarkable alacrity. The sex is frantic, steaming, and non-stop. Neither one can keep their hands off the other.

Then Joe’s best friend’s son is kidnapped on the way home from school, the fire’s deemed arson, and two other kids go missing.

A serial killer’s on the loose, and he has Susie in his sights.

Susie refuses to accept Joe’s mate claim.

Can he keep her safe when she won’t obey a single order?

Here’s how Susie sees Joe:

Susie stared at Joe. He wasn’t handsome by any conventional standards. The craggy features, the myriad faded scars above his right temple, and the crooked nose didn’t soften the harsh lines of his features but added a piratical, brooding aura that ambushed the senses—hers anyway. He wasn’t the kind of man to do anything by halves, not Joe Huroq, and he was giving her fair warning, big-time. Whatever was going to happen between them would be temporary…and exciting. Gawd, all her woman parts were on overdrive.

Mike Dorland, the hero of SOUL DEEP, reluctantly agrees to accompany his gregarious, publicity-loving younger brother, Drake, to the television studio where he will be interviewed by local celebrity, Ginger Tart.

A professional poker player, Mike distrusts and dislikes media professionals. He’s been burned too often by their outright lies and scandalous innuendo. Although he’s determined to stay in the background, Mike doesn’t count on Drake’s mischievous manipulations or Ginger Tart’s obvious attraction to him.

Here’s what happens when Mike and Drake arrive at MMTV4, Makinac’s local television studio.

***

Mike Dorland scanned the TV set and focused in on Ginger Tart, the hostess of Makinac’s county most popular talk show. Thirty-ish, voluptuous curves, and a mane of wavy hair the color of the spice she was named for. He sighed. She was exactly his brother’s type. He elbowed Drake and attempted to offer his kid brother salient advice. “Try not to hit on her, Drake. She’s hot, but recently divorced.”

Drake rolled his eyes. “Puh-lease. I like my women with a little meat on them. Those rail-thin types do nothing for me.”

“You’re doing the interview, not me. Why do I have to meet her?” Mike let his muscles go slack. But even though he resisted Drake’s momentum, in less than thirty seconds the two White Wolves stood right in front of Ginger Tart.

Drake held out his hand and clasped Ginger’s. “Hi, Ginger. Drake Dorland. This is my big bro, Mike. Thank you for agreeing to interview us.”

“Ginger, please Mike. Drake’s reputation preceded him. I’ve heard all about his relentless flirting. Nothing beats the speed of gossip in Mackinac County. I have to say I’m a big fan of yours. When you won your first poker championship, I begged management to let me cover it. I even offered to pay my own way, but…” She shrugged.

Mike’s face heated. He never knew how to react to effusive fans. “Er, thanks.”

“Actually, if you’re not doing anything after we finish taping, maybe we could grab a drink at The Wahzoo? My friends and I recently started playing Texas Hold ’Em, and I’d love to get your take on how to win.” Ginger leaned forward and ran a finger along Mike’s forearm. The cleavage exposed by her scooped neckline plumped.

Ginger’s blue eyes popped. She sighed. “Figures. All the good ones are taken.”

Ginger insisted on including Mike in the session no matter how vociferous his protests. He endured the thirty-minute Q&A and only relaxed when Ginger announced she’d end the interview with a word association game.

Uber-talented Georgia Woods created the cover and the look for the series and I’m thrilled with the results – what do you think? Thumbs up or down?

I love the black and white. It’s intriguing and mysterious and certainly sets the mood of the story, which is sexy and suspenseful.

In other news, I handed in Prymal Hunger yesterday. Hopefully, I’ll have a release date for everyone soon.

So far, here’s my release schedule for 2016:

Soul Deep April 7, 2016

My Alpha June 2, 2016

Wolf Raider August 4, 2016

Gray Wolf October 6, 2015

Prymal Hunger will fit in somewhere in there and I’ve yet to find out when my Viking Warriors series will be re-released. In other news, on the contemporary scene, I’m working on two brand new series tentatively titled—Sanctuary—and—Secrets. For the Viking lovers out there, I’m in the middle of my first tale in the new Viking Invasion series—Wùlfe. I’m hoping that one will release before the end of 2016—keep your fingers and toes crossed for me!

Musicians have all the cream. They really do. Musicians own the whole talent thing, lock, stock, and barrel.

I can name a song for every traumatic aspect of my journey in life.

Can I name a book instead? Maybe if I stretch things. OK – Pride and Prejudice for first romance. When? Where? No clue. Talk to me about first times and music and I can ramble for hours.

It’s all about firsts and must haves.

Not making sense? Walk the path with me for a sec.

The first song I ever slow danced to—Samba Pa Ti. Sigh. Are there more beautiful guitar notes than the first few of Samba Pa Ti? Strange thing is, I don’t remember the guy at all, just the moment underneath the stars moving in perfect harmony. My memory is peculiar and fickle. I recall he smelled of beer and Brute, that he was way too skinny for a plump girl like me, and that he had devastating brown eyes. His name? Go figure.

Songs I cannot sit down to—honestly my tushy and my legs have a mind of their own when Play That Funky Music or December 1963(Oh, What a Night) starts—anywhere, anytime, anyplace—I’m on the dance floor, or the stage, or whatever—shaking my thang!

Songs that start the waterworks in seconds flat—My Way sung by Sinatra—my dad’s anthem and the song played at his funeral. It’s Too Late by Carol King, The Wind Beneath My Wings by Bette Midler…that list is never ending.

Ok and to segue on that, what about Happy Feet music? Like Never Ending Story? Or Take On Me? My toes start tapping the second I hum that cute little lick of music in the middle of Take On Me.

To me that signifies happy feet and snoopy dancing. Can anything get better than that?

Ok—so what’re your songs?

First Slow Dance

Can’t Sit Down

Waterworks

Happy Feet

Oh—got to drop one more in there—Michael Bublé singing Save The Last Dance for me.

Such a happy way to start Monday.

Cheers,

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A few fellow authors and I are having a heated discussion about heroes and personality. Personally, I’m of the firm opinion that a male hero doesn’t have to be a drop-dead gorgeous. I’m not a fan of pretty boys. My tastes run to rugged, and kind of scruffy like Tommy Lee Jones, Harrison Ford, but I must admit I find those Hemsworth brothers absolutely delish.

At any rate, we couldn’t decide on a single common trait, so we thought to ask you, as readers, your opinion. Here are the characteristics we agreed upon—vote for your MUST haves in a hero below. Feel free to add others and have fun with this!

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Award winning author Jianne Carlo’s motto is simple: Alpha Me Please. Strong heroines, exotic locations, and cultural differences are her forte, and she goes weak in the knees for warriors of any type, rebels, SEALs, Vikings, and bad-ass mercenaries. Send her a man with an attitude and she’ll find the right woman to tame him. Read More…

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